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Life from birth has been nothing but hell. I lost my parents to some stupid aristocrats whom they offended. Executed for no good reason.

My relatives abandoned me and pushed me aside. They feared for their lives and left me and my sister to starve and wander the streets alone!

No, this is worse than hell!

I watched my sister die of starvation. Her lips were dry and her feet bloody. Her nails were broken and her fingers riddled with cuts. She struggled in my hands and after a few seconds of struggle she passed away. She seemed joyful in death so I prayed mine will come just as swift and merciful as hers.

So I stayed in the alleyway, alone with her rotten corpse awaiting my fate for God knows how long. I could see it already. The darkness encroaching from all sides

Everyone said death is scary but I say it's the end! Who needs life after death? What is the need for reincarnation?

Who would want to return to this crazy world?

"It's not yet time for you to go... You have one more task to accomplish as my host" A voice called out to me.

I could barely see or speak but how can I miss such a beautiful face? It was an extremely handsome man who gazed at me with tender eyes.

"Haven't I suffered enough? Can't I just rest?" I cried out. Why would I want to stay back in such a cruel world?

"Don't you want to avenge the death of your parents? Don't you want to become something greater? I can make that happen!" The beautiful man said with an alluring voice.

"You... Who are you?" I asked with an anxious heart.

My parents always said God is the only one who cares about me! Maybe in my final hours, he has come to save me.

"Call me Death..."

Paragon of Death

"The old must remain to guide the young. That is our eternal duty to this universe." Rufus remained unmoved by Sol's words, neither was he intimidated by his presence.

He was in the champion realm and could be considered one of the most terrifying beings of his time. Why would he let himself be intimidated by a young deity who has only lived for a thousand years?

Fierce flames erupted around Sol, surging like a tornado and attracting the attention of the elf soldiers.

"Very well then, show me that knowledge the old possesses which surpasses the power of my youth!" Sol bellowed.

Like a rocket, he shot down, consumed in immense flames. As he moved, the flames increased in power until he had become a miniature fiery meteor descending from the heavens.

Rufus snorted disdainfully as he watched the fiery comet approach. If this young deity needed to be taught a lesson, then he would do so unapologetically.

Did I Stutter?